Theres so many things
i have to still do...

Don't worry about how i feel
ill never get well...

I cut my wrists
and fall to the cold floor...

She goes home everyday
and takes out her knife...

You knew that i was a cutter,
why didn't you care...

I don't think i deserve this
to die like i am...

How can you be so disappointed in me
when all i try to do...

Oh how i love
just to see you again...

You make me wonder, stop and stare,
and then i finally agree to the dare...

I ask you how your doing,
you say your just fine...

Nobody even cares
if i sit alone and cry...

I feel like i have no one
in whom i can confide...